Plucking the strings, a guitar melody drifted out from the window.
At the same time, Wang Qian also sang along to the melody.
So many misunderstandings have vanished like smoke.
"So many things from the past have become regrets."
"The wind of that year blew across my youthful face, and your smile is etched deep in my memory."
I reached out my hand, but you were already gone!
"As time flies by, my hair turns gray, but you have missed my prime."
"We didn't even have time to say goodbye, and now we'll be strangers to each other forever!"
"I stood still, singing the song I wrote for you."
"Without realizing it, tears were streaming down my face..."
As he sang, Wang Qian couldn't help but drift into memories.
This is a song he wrote for Wu Yanping.
At first, he was a little rusty, but as he gradually got the hang of it, the melody he played became even better than before, and he could play it almost perfectly word for word.
Who's playing the guitar?
"It sounds so good!"
"Could it be Wu Yanping playing?"
"Who else but her could play such a beautiful guitar?"
"But why is the person singing a man?"
"Could it be Wu Yanping's colleague?"
"It sounds like it came from a love hotel, not the Pearl Hotel."
Everyone who heard the song looked towards the love hotel without exception.
Although the singer is male, the melody is catchy, and with the guitar accompaniment, it captivates many even on their first listen.
The third floor of the Pearl Hotel.
By the window of the suite.
How could that be?
Wu Yanping, who was leaning against the window in a daze, was already too shocked to continue.
Others might just find this song pleasant to listen to, but she knew it so well that it was ingrained in her very soul.
Because this song was once written for her by someone.
It was one day at university, on a cool, breezy grassy field, when the man with chiseled features sat down next to her and said in a vow-like tone, "This song was written for you. If we ever break up, I will never play this song again."
At that moment, her heart skipped a beat, pounding like a deer.
She didn't say it aloud, but she secretly vowed in her heart that she could give up her illustrious family background for this boy.
She'd run off to the ends of the earth with just a word from the other person.
Her long-buried past resurfaced uncontrollably in her mind like an erupting volcano.
Every word the other person said, every vow they made, feels like it happened just yesterday.
It can be said that the appearance of this song was like a key that unlocked the past that she least wanted to face.
As she listened, tears streamed down her face without her realizing it.
"Yanping, you're here?"
A voice suddenly came, pulling him back to reality from his memories.
Looking back, she was a woman around thirty years old, slightly plump, with a round face, exuding a mature charm.
It was her agent, Mao Yingying.
"Sister Ying, what brings you here?"
Wu Yanping snapped out of her daze and quickly turned her head to the side, afraid that the other person would see her crying.
Although the movement was quick, Mao Yingying still managed to catch it.
"Yanping, why are you crying?"
Mao Yingying leaned closer and asked with concern, "What happened? Who made you angry?"
"No!"
Wu Yanping hurriedly wiped away the tears on her cheeks and forced a smile, "Sister Bao, I'm fine."
"Then how did you...?"
Mao Yingying wanted to ask more questions, but Wu Yanping interrupted her immediately, "Sister Ying, did you hear that?"
As she said this, she also gestured with her eyes towards the love hotel across the street.
"Yes, that's why I came here to talk to you about this."
Mao Yingying nodded. "This song, this melody, it's really nice to listen to. If you sang it with your voice, you would definitely become famous."
"Yeah?"
Wu Yanping suddenly looked somewhat dazed.
"What's wrong?"
Mao Yingying asked, "Don't you think the melody of this song is very nice?"
"It sounds nice, but..."
Wu Yanping hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
What she didn't say was that she not only knew who was playing the song, but that the song was also written for her by that person.
But the past is the past, and she doesn't know how to face it for the time being.
However, she didn't say anything, but Mao Yingying said, "I don't know who played it. Why don't I go and find them? If you can get them to sell you this song, you'll definitely become an overnight sensation."
"Don't!"
Wu Yanping almost subconsciously pulled Mao Yingying back, "Sister Ying, don't go, I don't want this song."
Why not?
Mao Yingying frowned. "You don't like it, or is there some other reason?"
"I……"
Wu Yanping didn't know how to explain, but the tears she had just stopped flowing again uncontrollably.
"Yanping, tell me honestly, were you crying just now because of this song? Or because of the person who sang it?"
She knew Wu Yanping all too well.
Despite her illustrious family background, privileged upbringing, and status as a college graduate, she has now become a celebrity.
but,
Her mind remains incredibly pure.
Especially when it comes to relationships, she has always been very persistent. Countless young men from wealthy families have taken the initiative to pursue her, but she has always kept them at arm's length.
She had tried to subtly inquire many times, but Wu Yanping always refused to say anything.
However, she knew that Wu Yanping always had someone in her heart.
To be precise, it's because I can't let go of someone.
As a result, even today, Wu Yanping remains trapped in her past memories.
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